Step Out of Your Own Way
So easy to forget how to walk through
your thoughts, to let the weather in your head
erase the weather threading itself, right now,
through the trap lines of the wind, the tunnels
of quiet between the rushing grasslands.
So simple to stop seeing what time
wants to show you.

On the edge of the train’s calling, a whistle
half lost in the merciful sweetness of the wind,
you can hear the stories of sky as large
as your heart, or what your...

Yoga Poetry for Spring
Welcome
You come through the gate,
and your life on earth begins:
green wavering into the hue
of early spring, the growing
heat pouring leaf into form
just as you did, are doing,
will do with lack, rain, rivers,
kisses, wind, and horizons
that come each turning.
You stand up in your dream,
lean on the fence, look wide
toward the lights spilled
across the black expanse
that carries the world.
The next destination pours
toward you as you walk.
A thunderhead powers upward,
spends itself over the past,
behind you to your left.
You turn...